Tyre! (12)

Camille watched in amazement as the exquisite food and drink were arranged on the brackets lining the walls around the plaza.

The Blood Axes Legion had always maintained the tradition of toasting victory before battle. It was confidence in their way of war, but such a lavish feast seemed somewhat excessively arrogant.

It was more like a deliberately constructed illusion.

Beluf and the company captains headed toward the food and drink. He had a Banshee pour him a glass of wine, while avoiding eye contact with Limp Luo in the distance, lest he reveal the unfriendly arrangements he had made for him after the battle.

The captain of the Second Company came over, a crafty grin on his face.

"That idiot would never think we'd launch a surprise attack tonight, then leave him here to eat shit."

Beluf nodded. After making sure no one nearby could hear, he replied:

"He is an idiot."

"Ah, who cares?"

Camille covered her mouth and laughed, then suddenly froze. She had not known Beluf intended to launch a large-scale night raid tonight.

At that moment, the warlord was still talking with the company captains.

"If it's sitting there, it's better for us to take it than leave it to those damned Goffs."

"Boss, I think you're just bitter, ever since Grak—"

Beluf's face darkened, and he spat viciously:

"He didn't beat me! Say one more word and I'll shoot you!"

"But I seem to remember you lying flat on the floor at the end."

This company captain was clearly somewhat drunk and had begun speaking without restraint. The others around him could not stop him.

"He cheated by kicking me."

Yet Beluf did not actually shoot him. Instead, he explained:

"But next time we fight, I'll definitely beat him."

"Provided he hasn't learned any